The night I went out with Lance

26September

It’s all sort of in flashes. The restaurant. The bed. The drink. I like how I can just do this up into single images, because that’s how it feels.

The night that I went out with Lance, he took me to this really fancy restaurant, which was kinda weird, but I figured, that must be what college guys do. Still, it was almost like being out with my grandparents, because everything was so fancy.

But on the other hand not like my grandparents, because Lance ordered a bottle of wine, and poured me, like, three glasses, which my grandpa only does when grandma’s not around and he wants me to sit in his lap.

ANYWAY, after dinner we were supposed to go to some frat party, but Lance wanted to stop by his place first.

I was a bit disappointed when we got there, because it was just this shitty little dorm room, not even the size of my bedroom at home, but then Lance actually made mojitos out of his tiny fridge, and we started to fool around a bit, and it was pretty cool.

I thought I knew what was going to happen then, and when Lance whispered in my ear, “you’re still a virgin, right?” I said yes, because that’s what guys always want to hear.

But then, as soon as I said it, he pulled away and was all like, “well, we better get to this party.”

And I was kind of offended, so I was like WTF? And then he looked at me with his big brown eyes and said, “Bunny, you are way too special to waste on a place like this,” and he motioned around his shitty dorm, and I was so FLATTERED, I couldn’t believe a guy could be this sweet, and then I took a huge chug of my mojito, because I got nervous.

And then I passed out.

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